Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 33

A/N 

Guys...your comments...I have gotten asked so many times why I'm grinning at my phone. 

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I'm going to stop now before I go off on a rampage about how awesome you people are.

Dedicated to @ToBeBreathless because that comment...I fangirled over you fangirling, if that makes sense.

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Liam's POV

Becca finally came into the kitchen a half hour later.  

"He's asleep," she reported. 

"On the couch?" Liam asked. 

"No. I carried him to his room. I'm not weak, you know," she snorted, "What the hell even happened? I've never seen him cry that hard, not even when Gemma died."  

I looked warily at her, knowing how pissed she would be once she got an explanation. 

"They had a huge fight. And it kinda ended with Louis saying something along the lines of how he'll never love Harry like he loved Aubrey. And obviously, that didn't go over quite well," I explained. 

Her eyes darkened. I knew how protective she was of Harry. 

"I'm going to rip his fucking balls off," she snarled, "And make him watch while I chop them into tiny little bite-sized pieces and feed them to a stray cat."  

Zayn, Niall, and I all winced in sync. That made me almost feel bad for Louis. Almost.  

"Do you think he meant it?" Becca asked, her voice quieter. 

Zayn sighed and hugged her. 

"No. I think it was Louis just being Louis and getting scared," he answered.  

"Every time I talk to Harry, it's always Louis this, or Louis that. He sounds like a teenage girl. He's so crazy about Louis. But he was so insecure about their relationship and Louis not loving him. That was litterally the worst thing Louis could have said to him. I don't want to know what's going to happen the next time they have to see eachother," she said. 

Zayn coughed awkwardly, and looked up at me. 

"Um. That would be tomorrow, actually. We have rehearsal," I muttered. 

Becca's eyes widened, then narrowed.  

"What the actual fuck?" she snarled. 

"I know, I know," Zayn said helplessly, "They broke up at probably the worst time possible. I didn't even think about that until now; they're gonna have to be with each other almost every day until the next mini-tour is over."  

Becca was fuming and Zayn's comforting touches were doing next to nothing. I had a feeling she was angry at Louis more than the fact that Harry had to face him tomorrow.  

"Do you maybe think that this is for the best?" Niall asked. 

Up until then, he had been quiet, puzzling over something. Now I knew what he'd been thinking so hard about. 

Becca raised her eyebrows. 

"Did you not just see one of your best mates crying so hard that he couldn't breath? Yeah, this is definitely a good thing," she drawled sarcastically.